The Plain Truth About Rubbing One Out

With all the stress in the world and all the crap I have to do, I have a need sometimes to just be alone and rub one out. It's not about being horny or need to drain my balls. It's about having some time alone and focused only on myself.

I think any guy can understand the sense of subtle glory that comes from having a hard on, your cock proud and erect. To be alone with it, though, to touch it how you want to touch it without a thought about what someone else wants or needs - this is a necessary thing.

My hand moving up and down the shaft, squeezing the tip, twisting, my cock glistening with lube. Stress leaves me. Relaxation and clarity wash over me. I can feel the sensation on my cock, in my head.

I never try to contain it, never rush to put a tissue over it when it cums. I let go free, let the climax do as it wishes. Sometimes a trickle that somehow doesn't seem to live up to the roar inside me. Other times it's a stream launched straight up - ropes a'flyin' - that I feel leave my balls, journey through my shaft, and surge into the air. It leaves me happy and satisfied that I can still do that.